Can we understand?

Nate and I sat in front of a panel of doctors at a Chicago hospital and heard the words “terminal cancer,” but didn’t take it in.

That’s probably a typical response to a deadly diagnosis. It’s an acquaintance none of us want to make, so our minds rebuff it. Days later, the words and their meaning sink in, and because there’s no other choice, we accept our challenge and try our best. But while we’re suffering, our questions pile up. God answers some, but for the most part, he doesn’t give us a satisfying understanding.

A parallel situation occurs as we parent our children. We try to be mini-versions of God, raising them with what wisdom we have, trying to imitate the way he wisely raises us. Part of that is taking kids to the doctor for regular well-care. When we hold them down for a vaccination, we allow such “abuse” for only one reason: it brings benefit to them. But can they understand that? Of course not.

They cry and kick, trying to get away, but we force the issue, knowing the importance of protecting them from deadly diseases. We have valid reasons, but they don’t understand them. Children live in the “now” which during a vaccination hurts a great deal.

As adults we ought not to live in the “now”, but we often do. Harsh circumstances come and we demand that God explain himself. “How could you? Don’t you love us? Why didn’t you stop this?” As the diagnosis comes, the accident happens, the heartbreak occurs, we cry and kick to get away, because we can’t understand the reasons for it.

But God definitely has his reasons. He could explain himself, but just like a parent in the pediatrician’s office, if he did, we wouldn’t hear him. I’ve actually tried explaining the needles to my children as they’ve seen them coming: “It’ll feel bad now, but later you won’t get the measles!” Not one of them accepted my reasons for their agony. They just screamed louder, drowning out my explanation.

If God sat us down and shared his reasons for letting cancer or any other tragedy come to us, just like a child in the doctor’s office, his explanation would go unheard. It wouldn’t lessen the misery of the moment, so it wouldn’t satisfy us. We’d just drown it out with our objections.

And so he doesn’t explain, at least not while we’re in crisis mode. Later, usually much later, he offers bits of his reasoning. Then, depending on our response, he might offer more. One truth ribboned throughout Scripture is that if we take one step toward him, he takes one-thousand toward us.

Like Moses in front of the burning bush that wasn’t consumed, when he turned toward it looking for an answer to what he couldn’t understand, then God spoke to him.

It’s difficult to find peace within pain. But God’s message to us is, “Look at me, and you’ll hear from me.”

“When the Lord saw that [Moses] turned aside to look, God called to him from the midst of the bush.” (Exodus 3:4)

Finding Favor

The youngest child of 7 grows up having precious few hours alone with mom or dad. But as older siblings reach adulthood and head out, together-time becomes available. It’s been just Birgitta and me for the last 3 weeks, hanging out, talking, laughing and doing things one-on-one.

The day before she left, we decided to finish our time with a celebrity event, the Michael Buble’ concert in Milwaukee. Although his big band sound and classic old songs aren’t her style, she accommodated her mother, and we drove to Wisconsin anticipating a good time.

Our seats were in the nose-bleed section, and marching up those last 50 steps felt much like climbing the straight-up ladder of a giant fire truck. But we were surrounded by enthusiastic cohorts and could see the distant stage perfectly.

When Michael appeared, the audience went crazy. Asking for the house lights to be turned up so he could see us, he was thrilled that all 20,000 seats were full and shouted, “I really love you!” causing fresh screams of joy.

I wish I could have known his true thoughts at that moment.

Several times during the evening he stepped off the stage into the crowd, once to kiss a 96 year old fan, another time to walk the length of the floor to a mini-stage where he sang half-a-dozen songs up close and personal with the faithful. He gave himself to the crowd, shaking hands as he sang, snuggling for photos, and high-fiving each person he could reach. It was fun to watch it.

Driving home Birgitta and I chatted about this 35 year old singer who’s in the process of being swept high on a rising star. He told us about the “seedy dives” he’d sung in as a teen, trying to get his career started. But that night fans pushed each other aside to get near the object of their affection and literally jumped up and down reaching for him when he looked in their direction.

Watching the drama unfold from our bird’s eye view, I wondered how long this public devotion would last. The more important question, though, is how can Michael deal successfully with such gushing favoritism? How can he avoid thinking of himself as superior to those of us who paid to hear him sing? Maybe he is superior?

God has a strong opinion about this. He’s closely acquainted with each ticket-holder, from those of us in the cheap seats to the one on center-stage. If asked to rank us, he’d say, “At the bottom, all of you.” In our natural state, none of us, including Michael Buble’, have clout with God, and there’s nothing we can do to remedy that. If we think there is, we’ve misread the Bible.

But there is something God can do about it, and he did it. Because of his love, he worked out salvation’s plan through his only Son. After we put full trust in Jesus, we’ve ridden a rising star all the way to the top, one that will never fall.

The love of music fans is fickle at best, so if Michael wants to find favor that will never fade, he’d better look for it with the Lord.

“God shows no favoritism.” (Acts 10:34b)

Pinpoint Pain

When we’re in pain, we think of little else. I remember Nate arriving home from work early one day, 6 months before he died. We knew nothing of his cancer but were aggressively seeking relief for his throbbing back.

When he walked in, I could see the pain on his face and didn’t have to ask why he’d cut his day short after only 4 hours. “This hurts so bad I can’t think straight,” he said, moving toward the bed with an ice pack.

All of us have experienced pinpoint pain that yanked our minds from what we were doing and focused them on our misery. I remember the jolt of an abscess tooth so painful it threw me backwards. As it continued to escalate, I longed to feel pain somewhere else, anywhere but in that one, specific spot. That’s exactly how Nate felt.

I have several friends who live with chronic, pinpoint pain. They tell me pain management therapy has helped them cope by teaching ways to think around the pain instead of within it. The intensity doesn’t disappear, but through specific brain-tricks, they learn to think differently about it. The brain is retrained, so to speak, in an attempt to fool it into feeling hurt less.

Maybe it’s possible for our brains to take a pinpoint of intense pain and spread it throughout the body like we might stir a spoonful of dark chocolate syrup into milk, turning white to tan as the chocolate dissolves. Most of us prefer diffused pain over concentrated.

The apostle Paul, a guy who wrote most of the New Testament, was an example of someone who struggled with pain, repeatedly begging God to take it away. After all, he’d given his life to promoting the Gospel and saving souls. Surely God wouldn’t hamper that eternal work by adding the weight of physical pain. Wouldn’t that be risking the success of the mission?

But God thinks differently than we do. He listened to Paul’s pleas for relief but gave him a “no.” Amazingly, Paul accepted this huge disappointment without objection and went one step further, acknowledging it could be a tool in God’s hands to teach him something. He had become famous as a learned speaker and intelligent debater and was worried about his pride.

When God insisted he live with pain, Paul knew it was in his best interest, an astounding response. But leaning harder into God for the skill to think apart from pain and successfully focus on spreading the Gospel turned out to be a faith-booster. And it never harmed the mission.

Might it work the same for us?

It didn’t for Nate, but God had a different idea for him. Rather than make him an example of strength-through-weakness like Paul, he decided to terminate the situation completely with a tool called cancer. Crescendoing pain burst into oblivion, and Nate became pain-free.

And Paul? He eventually got his wish, too.

The Lord… said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.” (2Corinthians 12:9)